Word: wept
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...That's the trouble with graduating, nobody cares." The Vagabond wept a hot tear that burned its way down his check and dropped quietly off the point of his chin. He was suddenly overwhelmed with an infinite loneliness, space rolled away from him in vast undulating planes of smoke and he seemed to be lifted in a cradle of other bearing him up and up until he thought he would burst. Far below him he saw his friends pouring Scotch into opaque glasses and sometimes just pouring Scotch. He saw himself standing alone on a great platform in a black...
...friend Betty Compton, with whom he is living, had finished her autobiography which "ought to be a swell book because she sure is one swell woman." Of his wife, who once in vaudeville sang his song, "Will You Love Me in December as You Do in May?" and wept in Miami recently when a cabaret orchestra played it, he said last September when she saw him off for Europe, "She's one brave woman...
...Like most enthusiastic exhibitions of bloodthirsty bayonet work on straw men. Author Wells's easy triumphs are a little embarrassing to watch. But his slapstick satire can draw a grin: "He was pleased and excited to find that he could weep with passion. He had never wept with passion before. Could she resist that? He implored in a great voice, a kind of mooing roar. 'Give yourself to me. Margaret. Give yourself now. Give yourself and save me from what...
...brooch. was laid out in the Soviet Parliament Building on the third floor. The G. P. U. (secret police) band at one end of the room played a funeral dirge now and then. Five men dressed as workers stood guard around the coffin. Two middle-aged women entered, wept softly for about an hour and went away. Who were they...
Mother of five, grandmother of three, Editrix Roosevelt editorially led off thus: "With this issue we make our bow to the public. Babies! Can you think of anything more wonderful?" She told a tale on Assistant Editrix Dall: "I will always remember when my first-born wept bitterly all of one evening just as some guests were assembling for dinner. I stood it as long as I could, then I went to the telephone and asked a specialist wrhat might be the matter with the baby. He suggested that I turn her over my knee with her little feet...